The first time you saw it, it moved you It broke and crashed and pulled at your soul You saw life anew in its reflection, in its strength All was lost save for its depth…its power to save you from all you might become And you would never be the same

The first time you saw her, she moved you She broke and crashed and pulled at your soul You saw life anew in her reflection, in her strength All was lost save for her depth…her power to save you from all you might become And you would never be the same

The first time you saw them, they moved you They broke and crashed and pulled at your soul You saw life anew in their reflection, in their strength All was lost save for their depth…their power to save you from all you might become And you would never be the same

The last time you saw it, it moved you It broke and crashed and pulled at your soul You saw life faded in its reflection, in its strength All was lost despite its depth…its power to save you from all you became And you were always the same. Numbingly, forcefully, tragically…the same.

In the beginnings and the endings we find meaning; It is that vast expanse of middle where we fail.